The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

“Because you have a big mouth and a lot of talk.”

“So leave your life, go back and tell the Long family and your little Houye, His Highness said, if you want to see Your Highness, let the surnamed Long roll over, go to the gate of the East Palace to submit the post honestly go through the process, as for whether you see it or not, see Your Highness’s mood.”

“If you hold the shelf, counting on His Highness’s golden body and condescend to take the initiative to see you, then one word: roll!”

After saying that, the smile on Chen Tong’s face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a murderous expression.

He pinched Wen Shan’s chin and said coldly: “Did you hear clearly!?”

Wen Shan trembled and said, “Listen, hear clearly.”

“Just hear it, but don’t forget.”

With a sneer, Chen Tong got up, patted the non-existent dust on his body, turned around and left.

Walking to the door, he seemed to remember something, turned to Wen Shan and said: “Oh, by the way, there is another sentence, His Highness said, what about the Long family operating in Xishan Province for three hundred years, then there is also the shadow of your ancestors, the royal family of the Great Qin Li family gave the title of Marquis of Chengyang of the Long family in just three generations, and you have raised your three hundred years of glory and wealth, and now you have forgotten the power of the Li family, dare to climb to the head of the master to negotiate conditions?”

After speaking, Chen Tong laughed lowly: “What shit little marquis, dare to compare with His Highness, your family’s marquis, two hundred years ago, has been taken back for three generations, little marquis?” The name is not justified, has the imperial court canonized? It’s not a shame.

After that, Chen Tong took a large number of brocade guards and left.

After confirming that they were all gone, Wen Shan’s spirit relaxed.

This slackness, the room full of corpses and the smell of blood stimulated him to turn pale, lying on the ground and spitting out the overnight’s meal.

He couldn’t imagine that his companion, who was still talking and laughing just now, was actually the only one left at this moment.

He was in a trance, and for the first time, he had a deep fear of imperial power.

In the evening, the sky was still gloomy.

Li Chen held a copper enamel hand warmer and came out of the Qianqing Palace.

Before leaving the palace gate, he was still instructing the imperial doctor beside him.

“Father’s dragon body has been stable recently, you too much hospital should take a credit, first stabilize the condition and then seek treatment, in short, the heavy responsibility of this country at the moment, the burden can be all on you.”

The Imperial Hospital Commander replied respectfully, “Your Highness, rest assured, the ministers and others will do their best.”

Nodding, Li Chen took a step, and Wan Jiaojiao, who was holding a big gun next to him, immediately greeted him.

“Your Highness, it’s cold outside in the wind and snow, put on a big gun to warm your body.”

Letting Wan Jiaojiao put on a big shirt, Li Chen smiled and said, “I can do things.”

Wan Jiaojiao was a little excited and excited, and said in a low voice: “It is what a slave should do, and it is also taught by His Highness and the crown prince.”

With a chuckle, Li Chen stepped down the stairs.

Below, there is another person standing in the wind and snow, his head and shoulders have been covered with a thin layer of snow.

This person is not someone else, it is the Eighth Prince, Li Yinhu, the King of Zhao.

“Brother Chen, I have seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Chitose.”

In front of Li Chen, Li Yinhu’s posture was very low.

Glancing at Li Yinhu, and the palace maid holding a box behind him, Li Chen said, “King Zhao is coming to see his father.”

Li Yinhu hurriedly replied obediently, “Brother Chen came to thank you.”

Nodding, Li Chen said: “Since he has been crowned king, he is the kindness of his father, and at the moment his father is unconscious, but as a son, the number of gifts he should do cannot be less.”

“His Highness taught a lesson.” Li Yinhu said.